Introverts Aren't Shy - They're Playing a Game That Extroverts Will Never Understand
The real reason they're more reserved (it's not what you think)
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I lost my shit at a networking event.
Not externally. Internally. The kind where your face remains perfectly calm while your mind is screaming.
It doesn’t happen usually but some guy in an expensive suit kept interrupting me, talking over me, name-dropping people I'd never heard of. Every few seconds, his eyes would dart around the room, searching for someone more important to talk to.
Twenty minutes of this bullshit, and I just walked away mid-sentence. Didn't say goodbye. Didn't make an excuse. Just turned and left while he was still talking.
He probably thinks I'm socially awkward. Shy. Maybe even rude.
I don't care.
Because what he doesn't understand is that I'm not playing his game.
I never was.
The Lie We've All Been Fed
For most of my life, I believed something was wrong with me.
Why did I need so much alone time?
Why did "fun" social events leave me feeling like I'd been hit by a truck?
Why couldn't I just "network" and "put myself out there" like everyone said I should?